Written for the Dramione Last Drabble Writer Standing Competition - Constellations Theme
Week 1: Leo - Lion

As the sun peeked over the horizon, Draco realised he had completely forgotten what it was like to have a newborn. Through bleary-eyes, he stared out the bedroom window at the morning light rising over the hills beyond the Manor's garden. He could barely believe the tiny babe nestled in his arms was already nearly a day old.

They had arrived home late the previous evening after being discharged from St. Mungos. Apparently, they didn't keep you very long after the birth of a second child. He glanced across the room, where Hermione was still snoring softly in their bed, getting some well-deserved rest. He swallowed the emotions threatening to overwhelm him, still in awe of watching her bring new life into the world.

Draco had spent most of the night pacing with his son, determined to disturb his exhausted wife as little as possible. Though he'd been successful in his quest, he had to admit he felt more than a little out of his depth. He thought he would have felt more prepared to handle an infant since he had done it before. But Cassie was four now and he supposed that somehow enough time had passed for him to forget everything.

Now he was curled up in the armchair by the window, staring into a pair of big blue eyes. Streaks of yellow and pink light danced through the glass, making the baby's full head of hair shine especially brightly. He sighed.

"Look, little lion, your first sunrise," he murmured softly. He shook his head and smiled. "I suppose your mama has convinced me."

They had been discussing names for months already, since the moment the Healer had confirmed their second was a boy. They had been disagreeing for almost as long. Draco had been adamant all along that Scorpius was the right choice, while Hermione had absolutely refused, going so far as to call it the most ridiculous name she had ever heard. Her suggestion had been entirely too Gryffindor for his liking and so no consensus had been reached for months. When Hermione had gone into labour the previous morning, the only decision they had made was to drop the argument until after he had arrived.

Then his son had been born with a literal mane of blond curls and Draco knew she would get her way.

"Leo it is, then," he chuckled.